Herein there's prose and there're cons, and insights that excite, but most importantly ... there's JACK. In an effort to clear my head, I unload the random happenings in my mind into sometimes thought-provoking, but usually jovial and comical works, rated R. Welcome to the data dump from the mind of a modern-day, gay male ... who is far from ordinary.

JACK's Followers

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Friends, Bloggers, Lurkers. It is with great sorrow that we gather here today to mourn the loss of our beloved friend Jack of Jack's Gay Chronicles. It is a day I feared would come and in fact has come too soon. But let us not mourn too long for Jack's death has made a way for Alex's birth; the true embodiment of the concept Mufasa taught us in the Lion King... the circle of life...

George Bernard Shaw once said: Death is for many of us the gate of hell; but we are inside on the way out, not outside on the way in.

And I think that was true of Jack. He was, in a way, in a hell of his own making, hiding behind the words on the screen, never really able to be out in the open. Never really free. I remember his frustration at not being able to say what he really wanted to say sometimes, and wishing I could say it for him because dammit- it needed to be said.

But now that he's free from the shackles and able to cut a fool down in that great big blog in the sky, I know that his pain is over. He is no longer silenced. He is no longer hidden. The emperor, my friends, has no clothes and frankly- he don't give a fuck.

I am sad to see my friend go; we had many a good time together. Threatened many a blogger together. Made fun of so many people together. Plotted against so many idiots together. And I am fearful that those days might never return.

However I will only mourn a day or two, for in my heart I realize that while Jack was the bees' knees, Alex is, in fact, the cat's pajamas. And the knowledge of that will comfort me every time I log on to the internet.

Fare thee well Jack, my love. May the gods of cyberspace serve you all the Captain Morgan your little liver can stand. I'll miss you.

JACK on Twitter

I was on twitter - and now I'm not. The nostalgia wore off in less than a month. It's just something else to do, another account to take care of, another password to remember. And SOME of you mother fuckers tweet like it's court ordered service - I can't be bothered with keeping up with how many of you took the public bus instead of the train or how your conversation went with the hot dog vendor. In 140 words or less: JACK don't like no twitter.